She took a deep breath to calm herself.

She kept telling herself: It's okay, it's nothing, it's just feeding medicine, and she has a correct attitude.

Just when Ling Luo was constantly comforting himself, the wet big white hairball next to him was blinking his watery crimson eyes, looking at Ling Luo curiously, "Babble-" and screamed.

Because of feeding Xuanyuan Yu medicine by kissing, Ling Luo was already extremely nervous, and the big white hairball snorted like this, which startled her.

Seeing that Ling Luo noticed him, the big white hairball immediately rubbed over with his legs, rubbing her legs with wet hair, leaving a wet mark on her skirt.

"Go away." Ling Luo glanced at it coldly, his voice full of displeasure.

If it weren't for this big white hairball who didn't know what it was, how could he be in danger, and Yu wouldn't be unconscious at this moment.

Feeling Ling Luo's hostility, the big white hairball let out a frustrated "whining" sound, and the four soft and thin little white paws also drooped.

Ling Luo turned his head, and his worried gaze fell on Xuanyuan Yu's somewhat pale face again.

Let's help him feed the rest of the medicine first.

She took a deep breath and carefully helped him to pour it in.

After feeding the elixir, Ling Luo walked around the underground cave, found some dead branches and leaves, and then controlled the fire element, lighting a warm fire.

Ling Luo took off the cloak of his coat, quickly dried it with Huo Yuan, spread it on the hay mat, and then wasted a lot of energy, dragging Xuanyuan Yu's somewhat heavy body up.

She was already exhausted in her strength to survive in the crimson living spring, and at this moment, she was even more tired and out of breath.

Seeing that Ling Luo moved, the big white hairball blinked its big crimson eyes, and followed along, finding a small corner on the dry cloak, and squatting down next to Xuanyuan Yu.

Ling Luo's gaze was cold, and two fingers grabbed a handful of hairs on the head of the big white hair ball, and threw it at the crimson living spring deep pool.

The big white furball whimpered and drew a beautiful parabola in the air, followed by a loud "poof" sound of falling water.

Ling Luo admired the enemy falling into the water, and the corners of his lips hooked up a wilted arc.

Dead hairball, do you still want to rub the warmth, have you forgotten the immoral things you did?

Ling Luo's hands quickly sealed in front of his chest, and above his palms, a faint layer of flame light overflowed.

She is very careful to control the temperature of this void flame, which does not make people feel burning, but also warms people's bodies and dries clothes.

Ling Luo put his hands on Xuanyuan Yu's body, warming him inch by inch.

Soggy clothes are gradually dried.

The cold body gradually warmed up.

Accurately controlling the amplitude was a very physically demanding thing, and after Ling Luo helped Xuanyuan Yu dry his whole body, his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, and even his breathing was unstable.

She reached out and placed it on the tip of Xuanyuanyu's nose, gently probing his snort—the breath was much more powerful than before.

Ling Luo wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his backhand, and a satisfied and relieved arc appeared on his lips.

There is no danger to life, and it is only a matter of time before you wake up.

"Woo-"

A very aggrieved voice sounded behind him.

Ling Luo's temples jerked for a moment, and she turned around, and sure enough, she saw some undead sticky candy again.